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Red is such a horrible color. Tainting the ground with its foul presence. And there he lies, tight in its cold embrace. The man who loved me, held me tight. Protected me, and thought I protected him. I loved him, but my love could not save him. Did I blame myself? Yes, more than I knew. Did I blame them? With every bone, yes. Was it their ignorance? But mine as well? Definitely. How could people, once so pure, hurt so obliviously? To those who had done them no wrong. How could they? Is it my fault? Certainly... I failed, again... The man who I loved, and so many others. I don't want to again, though I am certain I will... Th

       They were being sent away again, this time to Alexander. The crushing weight of their burden being unevenly shared throughout the pack, Brynjar was certain he bore the heaviest part of it. Nothing seemed particularly amiss on the outside, the sun was shining and birds were chattering listlessly, but all the pack could see was gray storm clouds. Lumbering about all across the world below, they greedily took up space without a care in the world, knowing perfectly well what chaos they caused by simply existing. The souls of the damned pouring out more misery for them to feed on, they were the parasites that would never be fully exterminat

     The wind whipped around Morrigan like her own personal tempest, lifting her high into the air on invisible wings until she flew high above the crowds that somehow failed to notice her. Her soul was filled with the ancient wind song, a chorus of sounds that were too ethereal to explain in words. The ringing of the bell did not matter anymore, because she could not hear it over her own laughter. The wind kissed her face goodbye and dropped her on an abandoned rooftop, just as the performance began, and the dragons gave two mighty roars before opening their sail-like wings and gracefully leaping off steel platforms into the night sky. Their

Basic Information: Full Name: Faelwen Lawen(formerly), Morrigan Lawen. Date of birth: Some time during the winter, during a snowstorm. Age: 14(Currently, age changes as the story continues. Is about 17 when she meets Kai). Sex: Female Sexual Preference/Experience/Values: Pansexual/None/Not specified. Birthplace: Loraz.(Desert city, Djinn in origin.) Species: Human Race: Northern Class: Student Languages: Common, Dragonese. Voice: High, able to hold notes for quite some time. Draws in listeners with sheer volume and overall talent and beauty. Family Information: Father: Unknown Mother: Elizabeth Relationship with family: Used to be close a

A Woman With Raven Hair The sky was raining boiling blood, the thick scarlet drops landing in puddles on the yellow earth below. Melting the coarse grass the blood slowly seeped into the dirt, staining it dark and rendering it steaming. The roars of a hundred dragons rang across the vast expanse of the plains, roars of pain, agony, and death. The air was scorching with the heat of their fire, the ground gouged and bruised by their massive fights. Clouds were gathering across the vermilion sky, thick and gray, an obvious sign of an approaching storm. The first bolt of lightning struck the ground and killed the small team of men in its path.

Martel Business Anyone looking in from the outside would automatically assume we were perfect. They would whisper of the powerful people within, how they were so ethereal they appeared like gods among mortals. In certain aspects I suppose we were like how they pictured, at least when others were concerned. It was not hard to act perfect, we had been taught to do it our entire lives. It was, however, quite hard to switch from the perfect person you were expected to be on the outside, to the person you really were on the inside. The small, imperfect being that everyone really is, no matter how hard they might try to repel it. Our home was a d

The lights burst against the sky, the black backdrop suddenly filled with blue and white sparks. All together they formed the pattern of an intricate snowflake for just a few seconds, long enough to get the crowd below in awe before they exploded into full throated cheers and screams. Tonight was the mid winter festival, the party before the storm of tomorrow. One final day of relaxation before everyone was forced to face the torment of the unknown. A lone cart pulled up at the city’s outskirts, borne by two exhausted horses and carrying two hooded figures. The party had revved into full swing the moment the band took their places on t